It gets better when you see the thing that actually matters

 

That old man was riding his bike around my neighborhood on a cloudy day. His bike had some kind of contraption, mounted on the back seat. It was a wooden box full of threads, glue, a wooden stool, and some shoe soles. Everyone knew what he was doing, because he shouted it out as he strolled down the road.

 Remember when I told you about Enceladus? It's Saturn's moon. Enceladus, the way it used to be known, was already beautiful. But everyone thought that beauty was a dead frozen world. Until we got a better view of its southern pole and discovered over a hundred of geysers that  launch plumes into space. It got more surprising that the plumes are actually made out of water, a hint that deep down beneath the ice, there's a liquid water ocean fueled by hydro-thermal activity. Even on the icy cold world of Enceladus, there's warmth.

Such discovery always amazes me. It's just the nature of those wonders. Somewhere, something awesome happened, is happening, and will happen. Wether we are aware of it or not doesn't matter. It still happened, is happening, and will happen.

Same goes with people. There's triumph even in the quietest. There's warmth even in the coldest. Just like the south hemisphere of Enceladus, or the heart of Pluto. It wasn't seen but it has always been there.

When you witness such things in people. For instance a warm feeling seeps into your heart. You wouldn't know what the stranger's life's like. But when you witness the triumph of their life. The coal that burns inside their heart. You'll realize that it is beautiful and nothing else matters for them. It's what drives us forward.

I knew where I was going with this post. But I am not sure if I wrote it right. Words sometimes got lost on their way to the black and white. It's okay, it doesn't have to make sense to make sense. Like a loud silence that never expects answers. Loud silence, doesn't even make sense. But it never expects to be answered so let it be. Let it make its own sense.

The next time things go wild, there's still that one thing that matters. As long as it's there, everything gets better. So what's that?

The old man, he was sitting on his tiny wooden stool. No words were spoken, but the tapping and clanking of his tools announced his presence. The adzan went off to call people to pray. And the old man said.

"Bu, saya minta izin sholat dulu di masjid."